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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Tuesday June 5th 2001
"Where's Amir?" Stanley asked as the waiters placed fresh trays of shrimp and crab cocktail on the large marble table in the living room of Gracie Mansion.
"Dorothy's giving him a tour of the mansion," the Mayor said motioning for the waiter to refill Stanley's drink.
"He's got a lot on his mind," Stanley said.
"His wife?" the Mayor asked.
"I think so"
"You know the other candidates are making a strong showing in recent polls. I don't know if Amir is going to be able to pull this off," the Mayor said quietly.
"When the time comes to change our endorsement I think we'll know," Stanley said in a hushed voice as he took a sip of his martini.
"I think this wife in a coma thing hasn't really pulled him ahead in the polls like we thought it would," the Mayor said.
"Yeah. I thought that would wrap up all of the women's votes. It still might now that he's had her brought to NYU for treatment. Leaving her in his country would have been a big mistake."
"Speaking of women, where's your little southern belle?" the Mayor asked.
"I'm expecting her here any minute. I sent my car over to pick her up."
"You're a wise man Stanley, you've stayed single and you haven't run for office."
"You're on the right track now my good man," Stanley said patting the Mayor on the back as he noticed that the photographer had stopped photographing the two of them and turned his attention to the entrance of the living room.
"It must be Amir," the Mayor said.
"Amir! Good to see you," Stanley said as Amir walked towards the two men.
"Did Dorothy give you a tour of the mansion," the Mayor asked.
"Yes, this very beautiful home," Amir said in his broken English.
"Are you ready to move in when I move out?" the Mayor asked.
"I believe when time come I be ready," Amir said.
"Did you meet the corporate heavy weights over there?" Stanley asked nodding towards the other side of the room as the men in dark Armani suits talked sipping their cocktails.
"Yes," Amir said.
"We brought all the heavies here for you tonight Amir. I saw you talking to the oil men. Did you meet the President of the Diamond District over there?" the Mayor asked.
"Yes, I know this man from my country," Amir said taking a drink from the tray as the waiter walked past.
"How do you like this view?" Stanley asked as the three men stood looking out of the window at the view of the East River as the lights from a yacht twinkled on the water as it cruised slowly past the mansion.
"Is quiet here," Amir said.
"Yes, Sutton Place has more traffic," the Mayor said referring to the view Amir had from his Sutton Place home. The Mayor watched as a waiter walked towards the table and stumbled spilling a tray of shrimp onto the Oriental rug nearby.
"Honestly, these guys have wrecked the kitchen and now this," the Mayor said watching another waiter rush to help pick up the shrimp that covered the antique rug.
"I'm sorry. I won't use them again," Stanley said.
"Next time use Clark," Amir said hoping this would convince Stanley that using another party planning service had been a mistake. He knew Tiffany's job depended on Stanley employing Clark for the parties.
The three men watched as both waiters stopped picking up the shrimp and turned staring towards the entrance to the living room with their mouths partially open as if in a state of shock.
"This explain accident," Amir said smiling.
Stanley and the Mayor turned their attention from the waiters kneeling on the antique Oriental rug holding shrimp towards the front entrance as Starlene made her entrance smiling broadly.
They watched Starlene's hip sway as she entered in her long red evening gown with thin straps that barely covered her voluptuous bosom. The straps on the gown pulled under the strain as she turned to shake hands with an oil sheik as his harem whispered to one another frowning nearby.
"I hope my decency committee isn't here tonight," the Mayor said laughing.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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